"But of course," she murmured, leaning in as he pulled her forward and slipping the hand she had on his chest over his side and onto his back. She slid her right leg forward and brushed it against his in an almost taunting manner, the wetness of her attire causing it to cling tightly to her skin.
The goddess of shadows had brought many a man to his knees before her, from Alexander the Great to the mighty pharaohs of times long passed. It was amusing to see this demon, formerly so confident in his ability to make her succumb finally start to bend.
She wrapped her leg around his as he pulled her in to bring the two of them closer and leaned her head towards him so that their foreheads touched and her breath was warm on his face. Her touch was gentle and smooth but subtly strong like the serpentine name she took such pride in. And here he was, falling right into her trap.
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